court."

"Leonard Hust!" still mused the prisoner, without noticing this
interruption. "There is a strange ring upon my ears in repeating that
name!"

"Prisoner," said the judge, "do you recollect having done this man a
severe and almost fatal harm in the late conflict?"

"I--I," said the young commander, somewhat confused in his mind from an
evident effort to recall some long-forgotten association.

"You will be so good as to answer the question put by the court,"
repeated the judge.

"The court will please remember that I hurt no one, and that I was not
even engaged in the action referred to. These good people are mistaken."

Now it was that the attention of all were drawn towards Leonard Hust,
who in turn seemed as much surprised and as much moved by some secret
cause as the prisoner had been. He hastily crossed the court room to
where the prisoner sat, and looking full into his eyes, seemed to be for
a moment entranced, while the court remained silent, observing these
singular manifestations, which they could not understand.

"Leonard--Leonard, I say!" repeated Captain Bramble, "what trick is
this?"

"Trick!" whispered the man; "trick, Captain Bramble! Tell me, sir, who
is that man?"